Hard Working Fool
Let's all praise this hard working man
I chew concrete dust, and he comes walkin' out,
the building covered in black soot.
His white painter's overalls ashed,
surrounded by white hats,
and all the men cheer him on.
"There he goes," they say
"That's the hardest worker on the site."
others scream, and he walks
with all these chips on his
tar-covered shoulders. I can even hear them rattle.
Talking to white-
hats that look at him with money pouring out
of their eye sockets as they stare at
how hard he works for them.
As they push him away so they
don't get dirt on their fresh
Bright Orange Company Man
high visibility vests.
I might as well be an
alien on these construction graveyards
you can't pay me enough to bust my ass
for your profits. To die each day for union pay
in a union that should be run by the boots on
the ground and not the guys in the
ivory towers. Give me a beer to keep
these ideas away. I open my lunch box
and swig a Busch to cool my thoughts. Let's watch.
Watch as their eyes gloss over,
as they count the dollars stacking in their pockets
each morning this guy arrives before
everyone else,
and gets home later than them all.
Watch their ears fill with stacks
as the hardest worker on the site
gets praise from his fellow men
about how he's such a hard worker.
Let's all laugh together about
every missed birthday
and every missed holiday
and overtime on the weekends
and a wife that's always bitchin'
let's all cheer him on,
let's praise this hard-working man,
and I'll praise these hard-working beers.
About the Creator
Charlie Nihil
Aspiring novelist. Writer of realist dystopian fiction. Trying to capture our existential reality and all the beauty surrounding it. Also write a lot of casual free verse poems.
@ContemporaryCharlie
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